‘That’s better,’ he said, as she made herself comfortable. He got up and adjusted the overhead lamp so that it was pointed at her face. ‘So wh...t setting do you want to start with? You seem pretty agitated, I was thinking maybe a four, but we could go as high as six if you think you need it.’ Jane stared up at the lamp, her tongue suddenly feeling thick and clumsy in her mouth. She knew about the lamp, of course, because Doctor Bishop used it in every session and it always helped break up those. After what seemed like an eternity of kissing, Tim kissed his way down my neck, gently rubbing his finger in my ear which sent me wild. I could feel wetness at my cock as I realised that precum was starting to flow. His hand grabbed me almost at the same time and his palm gently circled around in the sweet slimy nectar at the head of my twitching cock as his fingers gently tickled my shaft and balls. The feelings of tingling all over my body were intoxicating, electricity was in overdrive and. “Are you scared?” he asked her. She shook her head. The flash of uncertainty in her eyes told him what he knew already. She had lied.“I want you to be comfortable. Are you comfortable on your knees?” he asked. Becca had begun to rub on her breasts, attracting a flicker of the girls eyes. The master noticed.“Does my slave interest you, girl?” He asked, his voice becoming cold.The girl lowered her eyes back down again, and shook her head. The Master leaned back, stroking the head of his pet. Instead of a kiss, my wife pulled my head into her glistening cleavage. With my face mashed into the valley between her delicious tits, I could barely breath but I unmistakably heard what she said next."I'll let you out when you promise to clean me up. Only this time you'll use your tongue." "Mmmmpphhh!" was my reply."Was that a yes?" she inquired."Mmmmpphhh!" I replied again, this time nodding my head."Do you promise?" she asked.I didn't have enough breath to muster another verbal reply, so I.